Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, material wax, tactics
Black shit I master, traps that collapse
All area access, passes practice
Hit em, then I'ma on em and spit on em, and send faxes
amount (uh) not the minimal
The rock chop like Florida Seminole
raps which make criminals act bitch
Instrumental in creatin the pinnacle rap shit
Got Braxton lookin women collapsin
My beats get to steppin like Fast Actin Tinactin
X-Men conference like actin
Backslap rap actors to get a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next
Deejays tips from them then hit the exit
at they show the front row, gettin hectic
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my level but you don't enough
Any attempts at touchin my stuff and I'm you up
I'm of weak shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a bitch, like everybody cop blockin
The shotclock is runnin out, gunnin out the
I crack the teeth of any nigga beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, come to Los and ask for me

{Inspectah
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, nasty
Manually smash ya
Veral assault and
Sparatically blast at the capacity and cause casualties
Street savy, niggaz me out the Navi'
Groupie chick wish she have me
XE in back of me, hit like a
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya still latchkey

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob where you at son, the "What What"
make em - now we ready to go
Last but not least, total (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see I don't know
But whatever I play, you that Skillz gon' flow
Shit we mastered the feat, you can't us (what)
Y'all could crap if y'all was doin shit with eight fingers
on black, we in the Hall of Fame
Got ya picture in our crib on the Wall of
I expect emcees to murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and start cuttin, you wish you was in
You see the X?
Here's some on-offs nigga yo' ass back to doin parties
You're better off if somebody ya
And ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. forever win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

vocal dog barking*